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Oh hello. I am Ava and I am 17. Strawberries and Cream and novels are my favorite things.


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Wednesday, February 09, 2011
o' the days have gone.



A picture often depicst a thousend words..
but i think there is more to that.

Browsing through old photographs not only revives those dust-riddened memories but also rekindles a desire for things to be the way they were.
At least that is true for me.
Especially those photos of the more distant past..

I wouldnt say i wasn contented with what i have now..
but as i look at the you in the past.. we seemed so much happier. well, you did=)
im not sure if it is true.. but things were less complicated.

I do enjoy discovering and learning new things about life because it makes me wonder what more have not come to my knowledge yet.
still, the past do hold a certain element of innocence that i've always yearned for.
o' those were the days, i enjoy saying. haha

so much for a photograph.
so much for those beautiful memories.

oh well, we were once very happy.
& that's all there was for us.

time will come again in future when i look back at the present now.. and feel the same sense of remorse of the lost innocence/happiness/friendship..
but time never waits.. or hastens its pace..
moving on is something i should be used to by now. i hope:)


=)things change..
but not the memories..even as they fade.